Nothing can compare, to when you roll the dice and swear your love's for me.
How nonsensical. Absurd. Asinine, even. These were only a few of the variety of adjectives she could have selected to describe the situation. Another glance and she decided that 'detestable,' 'distasteful,' and 'deplorable' could also apply. It was rather… shameful— yes, she thought, there was the word— the way her classmates were whoring themselves out for a little money, even if it was all being done in the name of a good cause.
She, for one, was certainly not participating. It was bad enough that her presence was required. There was no way she'd stoop to such a level, no matter how earnestly the other girls implored. We'd make so much more, if only you were helping, Takako. Don't you want to join us, Takako? It's for charity. I bet just about every boy in school would pay up if you were there, Takako. She issued a soft snort, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. What a joke.
She supposed she shouldn't really be all that
surprised, as it was Yukie who had come up with the idea. Her
and her dirty business. Really now, a kissing booth? How
passé. She probably just wanted a legit excuse to eat Iijima's
face.
She watched on in disgust as boy after boy stepped away,
each looking more smug than the last. Some of them even had the gall
to march back over to the end of the line and rejoin the queue. What
pigs. Then again, it didn't really surprise her. Not much did,
these days.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder if he was there.
The back of her neck prickled. From across the room, she could see Niida eyeing her intently. Her lips puckered. How revolting. She glanced down at her nails, as if contemplating the merits of clawing his wandering eyeballs right out of their lecherous little sockets. Unfortunately, however, this was not an option. She gave a small sigh, as if this were some great tragedy.
The hours crawled by. Eventually, even Niida had disappeared. She had grown weary of sitting there, watching everyone making fools of themselves. Figuring she was finally free of all obligations, she stood to leave.
"Takako."
She turned, recognizing the voice as his. A coin was pressed into the palm of her hand, even as their lips connected. Mimura's mouth moved tenderly against hers, a warm and gentle caress. "Don't go," He breathed.
She didn't.
A/N: Inside jokes abound.
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